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  Eric’s thrusts were slower and more controlled than Vinny’s had been, and Harry watched his wife as she undulated her body. Her facial expressions and body movements announced her orgasm, but rather than the theatrical screams of last night, she just sobbed as if in mourning, then let out a long sigh. Harry felt a constant dripping inside his own shorts. Watching that orgasm was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen.

  Michelle leaned forward and kissed Eric, who was still fucking her very slowly. She held his hips to halt his movements, looked over at Harry briefly, then back into Eric’s eyes. “I want you to take me in the ass.”

  Harry almost fell off his chair.

  Michelle kept her eyes on Eric’s. “Would you do that for me?”

  “If you’d like me to…”

  Michelle smiled, then looked over at Harry. “There’s some lube in my bag.”

  Harry stared, unable to move. Eric’s cock was huge. Was she mad?

  She raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to pick up her bag.

  He reached down and opened it up. Inside was a paper bag with a local pharmacy logo on, containing a tube of water-based lubricant and a pack of condoms. Harry took out both items and held them up.

  Michelle smiled, eased Eric out of her and sat forward, taking the condoms from Harry. She opened the pack, took one out and ripped the foil while looking at Eric. “I thought you should wear one of these in there, just in case I get the urge to have you inside anywhere else afterwards.”

  Both men watched Michelle place the rubber on the end on Eric’s huge cock and roll it down the shaft. It didn’t reach all the way to the base.

  “Now,” she said, still stroking the condom down but looking into Eric’s eyes. “I haven’t had anal sex for a long time, so I want you to go slowly.”

  This was news to Harry. He’d never tried anal sex, and Michelle hadn’t ever mentioned experimenting, either.

  Michelle was nose to nose with Eric, still holding his cock. “What’s more, I’ve never had anything this big in there, so I want you to start off gentle, okay?”

  Eric nodded.

  “But when you’re about to come, I want you to withdraw, take off the rubber and come over my back. I want to feel you coming on me.” Without waiting for a reply, Michelle quickly turned so she was kneeling on the floor and resting her upper body on the seat of the couch. She turned her head to Harry. “Would you lube me up, please?”

  Harry hesitated, shocked to have been asked. “Sorry?”

  Michelle smiled. “Rub some lube around my bum-hole.”

  He looked at Eric, then stood and bent over her. Eric leaned back to give him access. Harry squeezed a glob of the jelly onto his middle finger and rubbed it around his wife’s rosebud. She wiggled her backside at him, pressing back against his finger. He pushed, felt the brief resistance, and his fingertip slid into her anus. She let out a disappointed moan when he removed it, but all he was doing was adding more jelly to his finger. He pushed it in again, and this time she groaned as he went in as far as his second knuckle. He could feel her tightness around his finger, and again he wondered how she could possibly accommodate such a huge cock in there.

  “Now two fingers.” She spoke to him over her shoulder, a hint of a smile on her face.

  Harry removed his finger, adding even more jelly to his first and second fingers, then worked them into her. He rotated his hand and felt her clenching. His cock was rock hard, and he wished Eric would disappear and he could be the one to fuck her up there, here and now.

  Michelle’s voice brought him back. “Okay, you’d better lube Eric’s cock, too.”

  “What?” Harry was surprised how high-pitched his voice could go.

  She laughed. “I said you should rub some lube onto the tip of his cock.”

  He looked at Eric, who just shrugged and knelt up to allow Harry to reach him. He looked back at his wife. He could see the anticipation in her eyes; she wanted this because it turned her on. Just like kissing him after she’d sucked Vinny.

  Putting a big dollop of jelly onto his first and second fingers, Harry reached his hand out slowly until he touched the tip of the other man’s cock. He was glad it was fitted with a condom. The blob of jelly stuck to the tip.

  “Rub it all around the head, Harry.” Her gaze remained fixed on Eric’s cock.

  Harry tried to spread the jelly using just two fingers of his right hand, but the cock just bent away from his touch. He had to grip the shaft in his left hand while his right spread the lube, dragging his fingers all around the bull’s cockhead. When Eric was fully lubed, Harry wrapped his finger and thumb around the tip and moved his hand down the shaft, making sure the condom was on properly. Harry felt a lump in his throat, but there was also an undeniable thrill to it. He assured himself it was because he knew it was turning Michelle on. And because he knew where this cock was going, and what it would do to Michelle’s composure.

  “Add a bit more, and down the shaft, too.”

  Harry did as his wife instructed him. It was a weird sensation, and he hoped neither Eric nor Michelle could see the bulge in his trousers.

  “Is that okay?”

  Eric’s dick was rock hard inside the rubber and slick with jelly. Michelle looked at the dick, then up to Harry’s face. She smiled and nodded.

  Harry moved back, but didn’t make it all the way to the armchair. He remained kneeling on the floor next to the couch.

  Michelle twisted her body so she could look at Eric. “Okay, nice and slow. And when you come, don’t forget to shower me.”

  As Eric placed the tip of his cock at Michelle’s opening, Harry held his breath. He was nervous for her, worried that the huge cock was too big for what she wanted. But it was an exciting kind of nervousness—his stomach and groin both clenching with a tightness he couldn’t ignore.

  She let out a groan as Eric pushed himself forward, and Harry could see her sphincter opening slowly around the dome of the cockhead. Eric eased in a little further, then waited. He fed in a little more of the head, and Michelle let out a cry. Harry watched her face, which showed a mixture of discomfort and concentration. Eric pulled back slightly, then pushed in a little further. He continued this over a couple of minutes, with each extra push bringing out more groans from Michelle. Harry was constantly changing his focus from the expression on her face to the huge cock forcing its way into a gap that seemed far too tight for it.

  Eric pulled himself all the way out, then turned to Harry. “Add more lube to the tip of my cock.”

  Harry didn’t hesitate. He reached out and gripped the shaft with his left hand and squeezed a large dollop of jelly directly onto the head. He quickly smeared the lube around the entire dome without a second thought.

  Eric moved back into position and pushed slowly. Michelle let out a loud yelp as the entire tip slipped inside her. Harry watched as her anus closed around the shaft, and he could only imagine how nice and tight she must feel to the bull. Eric pushed into her another inch, and Michelle let out a grateful moan. Eric pulled back, and pushed in again, and another moan escaped her lips.

  “Ooh yeah. Oh, fuck.”

  Harry assumed the initial pain of being penetrated had passed, because his wife was obviously now enjoying this. She pushed back to meet Eric’s thrusts, and the huge cock was now disappearing until half of the length was inside.

  “Fuck me, Eric. Fuck me harder, fuck me deeper.”

  Like a good soldier, Eric obeyed without question. He pushed his hips forward and Harry saw the cock disappear to the point that the condom reached down his shaft. His wife let out a squeal, and Harry felt precum dripping from his cock.

  Eric rammed into her again, and Michelle let out another cry. He sped up his thrusts, and gripped her hips as he banged her with force.

  By now she was screaming. Each of his thrusts was greeted by her saying ‘yes’, over and over through gritted teeth as her fucked her. Her eyes were shut tight, hands clenched into fists on the seat.

  E
ric slammed into her one more time before he pulled out, ripped the condom off and came immediately, a fountain of off-white gushing from him and splashing on her back. Michelle let out a yell, and turned quickly. She reached forward and grabbed Eric’s cock. She bent her head towards it as it sent out another stream of cum, which landed on her cheek.

  She took his cock into her mouth. Eric let out a loud cry and Harry was sure he’d fired another spurt into his wife’s mouth, because he heard her gag and moan at the same time. She started wanking the base of his dick while sucking the top half, and Eric had to ease her head away, evidently no longer able to stand the intensity. He was completely spent, and they all knew it.

  Harry wanted him out of the way so he could fuck his wife. He needed her. Now.

  There was a brief moment of awkwardness as Harry watched his wife and her bull share a look, but it didn’t last for more than a couple of seconds. Eric knew he’d fulfilled his task, and he quickly dressed and made his way to the door. Harry saw him out and went back to the lounge. Michelle was lying back against the couch, probably smearing Eric’s cum all over the leather. As Harry approached, she raised her eyebrows. Harry undid his jeans and released his cock, and she let her legs fall open.

  Harry dropped to his knees and pushed into her as hard as he could.

  She let out a sigh and wrapped her legs round his waist. “Yeah, fuck me. Come on, take me back. Make me yours. Fill me with your—”

  With a pained cry, Harry exploded inside her. He felt her squeezing around him and shuddered as another wave poured from him.

  Michelle watched his face and she wriggled, but she didn’t come again. Both stopped moving but left his cock inside. They stared into each other’s eyes in silence for a long time.

  Harry was surprised by the emotional closeness he felt. When he eventually softened, he withdrew and watched as his juices dribbled out of her and onto the couch.

  There were a hundred questions he wanted to ask, but now didn’t seem the time. Instead, he suggested she take a shower while he cleaned the couch. Thirty minutes later they were leaving the town and driving home.

  Chapter 5

  Harry left things until they were reasonably relaxed, sitting at right angles on the L-shaped settee in their living room. The TV was on with the sound muted, neither of them watching it. Harry couldn’t focus. His mind kept coming back to Michelle’s comment about her previous experience of anal sex.

  He cleared his throat, making her look up from whatever she was reading on her phone.

  “So… what made you choose an older guy this time?”

  Michelle seemed surprised by the question. “I don’t know. He wasn’t that old, was he?”

  “He was older than the others you’ve picked—and older than us.

  “I never gave it a thought. I don’t care about their age.” She shrugged. “To be honest, I’m not that bothered about their personalities, either.”

  “Oh?”

  “No. I just think of them as sex toys. Vibrators with a pulse.”

  He laughed. “That’s a bit unfair.”

  “No it’s not. I want their cocks, and that’s it. I try not to see them as people.”

  Harry was shocked. “If a bloke said something along those lines about women, you’d call him a sexist pig.”

  Michelle shook her hair back from her face and looked defiantly at him. “I’m not talking about men in general. I’m talking about my bulls.”

  This line of discussion took him away from his intended questions about her previous experience of anal sex.

  She put her phone to one side and leaned a little closer to him. “All we need is a guy with a big cock to fuck me hard while you watch.”

  “I don’t think that’s—”

  “Yes it is. Every time you’ve watched me with a bull, you’ve shot your load within a matter of seconds.”

  Harry couldn’t deny it.

  “You love watching them pound me with their big cocks. I’ve seen the state of your boxers afterwards—your cock must dribble the entire time you’re watching. It’s the only thing that makes you hard, and you come at the drop of a hat as soon as they leave.”

  He couldn’t work out whether she was taunting him or trying to arouse him.

  “Is your cock hard now, Harry?”

  He shook his head.

  “Would you like me to remind you how many big-cocked bulls have fucked me in the last three weeks?”

  He stared at her in silence.

  “I could have had more, you know. I could get as many cocks as I like.”

  “What d’you mean by that?”

  “Exactly what I said. As soon as I got into the pub today, some young stud hit on me. Bought me a drink, told me he thought I was sexy.”

  Harry held his breath.

  “I invited him to come back to the cottage so I could show him how sexy I really was. But when I explained that my hubby would be there watching, he got cold feet. He said he didn’t like the idea of some pervert jacking off in the corner.”

  “That’s not what—”

  “But he suggested we go back to his place, where he’d be more than happy to fuck me any way I wanted.”

  Harry didn’t say anything, but his mind was racing. How long had she been gone?

  She smiled, but it was a little twisted. “He lived close by. Maybe we went back and fucked like rabbits. Without you there, he could have come wherever I wanted it. Then I could have gone back to the pub, picked up Eric and brought him back to become my third bull of the weekend.”

  He worked out the timeframe. It would have been possible.

  She smiled at him. “I bet your cock’s hard now.”

  It was true; he had a full erection. “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because you need to understand what’s going on here, Harry. Our relationship has moved on, and you’d better get used to it.”

  Dread seeped into his mind. “I thought we’d agreed that this was a temporary thing, until—”

  “Until what? Until you manage to fuck me without seeing someone else do it first?”

  “That’s n—”

  “Or are you going to grow a cock big enough to satisfy me?”

  “Fuck off!”

  Michelle laughed. “Come on, Harry. I get off from being fucked hard by a big cock, and you get off from watching that big cock poking me deeper than you ever could. We both know that, and we both know what you really want.”

  He frowned. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

  “You want to be cuckolded.”

  Harry shook his head, mainly because it seemed like the natural response to give.

  She leaned forward, raising her eyebrows as if she was letting him into a secret. “Why won’t you admit to the pleasure you get from watching me with other men?”

  He nodded. “Okay. Yeah, it turns me on—but that doesn’t mean anything. It’d be the same if we went to an orgy, or tried swinging.”

  “Is that what you think? Would you like to try swinging?”

  He hesitated, not really sure how to answer. Truthfully, he didn’t know.

  “Come on, Harry. Which friend of ours do you fantasise about sleeping with? Who do you fancy?”

  Harry looked down at his feet. “I don’t fancy anybody as much as I fancy you.”

  “I know. I’m your wife, and that’s how it should be.” Michelle placed her hand on his arm. “But our marriage has evolved over the past few weeks. I know it, and so do you.”

  “How…?” His voice broke. He coughed, tried again. “How do you think it’s evolved?”

  “In everyday life, we’ve probably become closer. We love each other as much as we ever did—maybe even more. But in the bedroom, things have changed. Our sex-life has changed.”

  “Changed how?”

  “It’s changed for the better. I’m getting an alpha-bull to service me because my beta-husband isn’t up to the job himself.”

  Harry flinched. “You can’t just change the—�
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  “I’m not changing anything. I’m simply pointing out what we’ve already changed. We’re not doing this just for me, but because it’s what you want, too.”

  “You don’t know that.” Harry felt a tingling in his loins and hated himself for it.

  “Harry, there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s more common than you’d think.”